Open, Close

Open, Close

On my side

Cold toes.

Three AM

Three o' one

Insomnia

Has finally won

Orange Sky

Black Trees

No sleep

A disease

Windows, Doors

Floor, Ceiling

Waiting, Watching

The wall paper pealing

Eyes red

Lids sore

Head screaming

For no more

Torture, Punishment

Right or wrong.

Been awake

Far too long

Three AM

Three o' one

Insomnia

Has finally won

Blank walls

Empty bed

Fog filling

Inside my head

Weakened state

No thought

Sleeping pills

No longer bought

Sun rise

Stars gone

A sleepless night

Becomes dawn

Bed destroyed

Blinds tight

Eyes closed

Block out the light

Sun rise

Sun rise

Insomnia

Will be my demise

Sun rise

Sun rise

Shows lack of sleep

In my eyes